Someday.

Sitting on the corner,

The man knows no other home;

No other place of refuge.

If it can be called that.

The boxes, spoiled food, scarce change, and faces passing by,

Are all he knows.

And yet,

He is at peace.

He has his life, even if it's not much.

What more does he need?

He's surviving.

Out here he has family.

He never had that in "the real world."

And although he lost "everything."

He still has more than most.

He has his dreams,

And he still remembers how to sing;

How to hope.

Does he want to stay here?

No.
Someday he'll get out of this hole.
He'll remain optimistic.
If he ever gets the chance,
He'll work hard to change his life.


But for now,
He has to go find his next meal,
And see if he can get into the shelter tonight.


Someday he'll make it out.


Someday.